Miranda opened an Album and showed the picture to Swayor.
"Paris when she was a kid, before our Parents disowned us. She doesn't like being pitied, so don't pity her, unless you want to lose something valuable." Miranda said, emotionlessly slamming the album and throwing Swayor out of the room.
The picture was Paris smiling and hugging her Parents and Miranda, stoic as always, with Paris.

"You two aren;t the only ones who know loss," he said through the door, "You honestly have no clue, at least you still have each other!!!" he said running away, the pain coming back, piercing him worse then the day he lost his......

Miranda shrugged it off, lying on her bed and putting on the headphones, trying to ignore these weirdos.
"Well, Might as well..." Miranda said, falling to sleep.

Miranda and Paris frowned, narrowing their eyes to slits.
"I have ceased to care if things are fair or not, which is why I wouldn't give a damn if we both sparred with you at the same time." Miranda said, crossing her arms defiantly, while Paris just mimicked her actions.

Miranda and Paris frowned, narrowing their eyes to slits.
"I have ceased to care if things are fair or not, which is why I wouldn't give a damn if we both sparred with you at the same time." Miranda said, crossing her arms defiantly, while Paris just mimicked her actions.

"Well you might care, but I do." he responded "I would never hurt Paris, because I would never spar with her." he turned to walk away.

Miranda and Paris: "Hahaha, you're really a weird boy. Most boys would have taken advantage of that. How strange. Well, Ja~" Miranda and Paris said, Jumping into the trees, and going back towards their dorm.

Miranda and Paris: "Hahaha, you're really a weird boy. Most boys would have taken advantage of that. How strange. Well, Ja~" Miranda and Paris said, Jumping into the trees, and going back towards their dorm.

"Sometimes being weird is more sane than being normal," he replied to them as they went away, "Besides I'm not like most boys."